Jump to content
Sign in to follow this  
nallnaom

creating writing thingie - Ode of a broken son

Recommended Posts

Something I wrote on a sleepless night.

 

Spoiler

Every morning he wakes up

His first thought is how he got so fucked up

“How did it come to be” thinketh he,

“That I came to be so disappointed of who I have become?”

 

Unceasingly he tries to change his way,

He plans and He applies, only to come back to square one yet again,

The square where everything's the same,

The square where the same pain dwells across his brain,

He tries to forget about the “then and that”,
He tries to think about the “now and this”

 

Angered so of how his ego reacts every time,

He cannot express his thoughts in words,

Angered of how he replies every time his father asks,

“Son, could you help me do this and that?”

“Leave me alone!” he replies angrily, “I have no time now!”

And he turns again to his own miserable thoughts,

A little while later, only to regret and fall into thought

 

Unceasingly he tries to change his way,

He plans and He applies, only to come back to square one yet again,

The square where everything's the same,

The square where the same pain dwells across his brain,

He tries to forget about the “then and that”,
He tries to think about the “now and this”

 

He knows no joy or peace of mind,

For he is obsessed with doing right

By all those he ever wronged.

 

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now
Sign in to follow this  

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.

×